Sangnat

Sagnant's fur wasn't always red.

When she founded this pack, she was a fully white wolf who had let her co-founder live to see another day. She had no idea her little escapade with that wolf would eventually lead to her becoming the leader of such numerous pack. As they grew, so did the red tint on her fur. So many creatures whose life she had ended to make the territory safer for her packmates, she lost count of the pleas her enemies made before they succumbed to her fangs. Was this even necessary? Sagnant asked herself frequently. Would this be worth it eventually?

Interacting with other packs had always been a pain in her back, but she diligently traded food for currency. Her _Theer partner thought the pinecone system was useless and that they would be better on their own. She wasn't so sure, as most animals could be bribed to do their bidding for the right price. This is why their pack turned to overhunting, and caused the beginning of The Withering. Food became scarce. The pups began to die, so they turned to other packs, accepting any stray pup they could get. It soon became clear the pack had not enough food to keep them alive any further. Morale in the pack was at all times low, and fights increased among the residents over rationing. All hope felt lost.

And then Lillemor founded the Enclave.

It was the perfect solution for their problems! They could give their pups a good home and gain some cones while doing so! Sure, the parents weren't always happy to give up their pups, but with some food for bribes, they reluctantly agreed! They didn't stop on the overhunting, as this was their main source of income, but things looked bright for the Perenne pack.

That was until Sagnant became obsessed with the Mother bear. She did her best to breed as many pups as she could, and whenever she couldn't, she mandated that any wolf in heat had a pups, regardless of fertility issues. She even went as far as to allow inbreeding between her pack. Most wolves who were unhappy with these changes left the pack. The leader didn't need them, she had the rest of the pack growing at an exponential rate. Her confident warned her this could only end badly for the pack, but she wouldn't listen. Her fur grew redder with the blood stains of her enemies, who she killed relentlessly to make room for the pack. Any complain would be meet with aggression and food punishments. Isolation at the quarantine cave was the worst of all, as wolves would easily stay weeks or even months without food and entertainment depending on how pissed off Sagnant was at the time.

The Withering came, and wolves started dying left and right. She desperately tried her best to keep the pack afloat, but her previous herbalist had just passed away from old age and the replacement was young and unexperienced. Herbert could only do much to help the pack, but informed Sagnant she should quarantine whoever was infected, for the safety of the Deciduous Forest inhabitants. The only ones who remained after the massacre were Sagnant and Meirchion. Everyone else either perished, succumbed to the disease or ran away, never to be seen again.

For a while, she thought it would be best to let the pack die out. Meirchion hunted for the both of them and the leader tried to protect what little territory they had left. It was a pitiful existence until Spring Thaw joined. Perhaps not everything was lost.

Evil plans for Sangnat:
M1 | 🛇
M2 | Red cover 65%
M3 | Red dilution 45% ✔️
M4 | 🛇
M5 | Red dorsal 70% ✔️
M6 | 🛇
M7 | Red underfur 25%
M8 | White half mask 25%
M9 | 🛇
M10 | 🛇

Background: ✔️

Decoration:

Blood of the hunt [custom]